I took the last bag out the car and glanced up at my new house. Then I heard laughing which was weird. I hated when people stared. I just walked inside the house and up to the room I picked.
Ezra!
Yes Mom!
Did you call your dad !
No I'm doing homework !
Ezra you haven't even started school yet, just call you father and check up on the man!
Yes ma'am maybe later!
Now!
I just hate calling, texting, talking to my sperm donor. He left my dad for a white woman. That's the pettiest shit ever. I'm not racist but the bitch ugly as fuck. It's not me so fuck it. He don't do nothing for me. I only saw him 20 times in my whole life. I always thought I wasn't good enough but it's not me it him. He stole all my shit then sold it for pocket money. He isn't a real man he's a boy. Let me get off this subject for I start crying.
I ran downstairs to see if the girl was coming but I guess not. As I make myself to my room my mom calls me again.
Ezy, a girl name Beauty is here
Coming
YOU ARE READING
The Bullied
Teen FictionThis book is about a boy that doesn't know what he wants in life and then he falls in love while someone just from a letter and he doesn't even know the girl.
